On a whim, I asked the AI assistant to estimate my lifespan, and it reported the date: three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
I shared it with my husband with a smile. His expression suddenly changed, and he packed up his luggage and disappeared overnight.
I came home alive the next day, only to find that the house was in a mess and the safe was empty.
On the wall where the wedding photos were originally hung, there was a scrawled handwriting written by her husband: "I'm sorry, she can't wait any longer."
